Friday: sitting at work, patiently tapping my computer keyboard in a vain attempt to appear busy
Phone rings: sister on other end with inexplicable fake German accent announces that my license has arrived
Thought occurs: someone could find a fax machine and copy & fax said license to me in order that I might be insured
Thought grows: Poppa is travelling to Dublin and could do it on his way
Chance taken: call Dad and ask him, he agrees (albeit unwillingly)
Friday: sitting at work, patiently tapping my computer keyboard in a vain attempt to appear busy whilst glancing at the phone watching the LCD clock tot up the minutes…closer and closer to four
Impatience: call home, sister has discarded fake German accent for one of simple annoyance (perhaps I was disturbing her busy sitting-around schedule) to discover that Pops has taken a ‘lie down’
Bright idea: text Dads mobile faking no knowledge of his sleeping extravaganza telling him how thankful I am that he is doing this for me, and how he is a life-saver, and how I owe him for this one, etc. etc. and sign off as his loving daughter
Friday: sitting at work, patiently tapping my computer keyboard in a vain attempt to appear busy whilst glancing at the phone and listening to the fax
Noise: fax machine bursts into action and copies come through
Hallelujah: call unhappy father and don’t care about his ‘attitude’ as favour has now been done and don't bloody need him now
Insurance: requested and received through much perseverance
Drinks: celebratory knees-up in local hostelry, soon I shall be a ‘designated driver’ and unable to enjoy uninhibited drinking
So, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I took to the road on Sunday with my dutiful Dad in the passenger seat and my sister, now quite devoid of any remaining Germanic tendencies, in the back. I kindly drove her to work. Traffic lights, winding roads, crazy pedestrians, and rabid dogs – in fact, everything a budding driver needs or wants. I overcame it all, and proceeded to take my car out on more adventurous journeys, culminating in an adventurous night time trip to Blessington to collect my darling cranky-puss from the bus. From there, we went home, but then – the driving itch slowly taking over – I drove to Baltinglass for a Chinese (take-away, not person).
I love my Fiesta. My little, little Fiesta.